Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Lucas: With Clayton

LUCAS

Challenge him. Rip him apart.

My wolf's snarling has occupied the majority of my short flight to White Peak, getting closer to the man who's tasted my mate in ways that he never should have.

My phone's off, because I don't know what I'll do if he calls.

The primal part of me is incensed, wanting to sink my teeth into his throat and tear it out, savoring every drop of the blood that spurts, content in knowing his soul has departed this world.

But the rest of me recognizes that Clayton is my friend and ally.

What am I supposed to do with all these fucking feelings tripping me up inside? Having Ava back is supposed to make everything easier. Make things simple.

In my absence, will she begin to doubt my words?

If she sees Clayton, would she choose me over him?

I don't have that confidence.

The fated bond between us is my only advantage. That, and the distance I can maintain between her and the alpha I trust with the honor of my entire pack.

I can never let her return to Cedarwood.

There's no way in hell I'll lose the little advantage I have.

airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands. I can't let him see the turmoil raging inside

through the terminal feels like a countdown to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood.

my wolf growls. She is ours.

may look at other alphas with respect,

better than to attack another

She is not our mate yet. We can't

in the back of my head tell me that he's unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton's

than all the bullshit I have

crowds my nostrils as I exit the terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food—it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath it all, one scent stands out, instantly putting my wolf on high

Clayton.

mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising. He

back, wrestling my primal side under control.

our eyes meet, I can see it in his face, in the

greets, his

flares hot in my veins, the urge to lash out, to demand answers, nearly

did it have

accusations. We have more pressing matters to attend

of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the highway, heading away from White

take it

deceptively calm. "As

soon as I could to help here, because I felt we would need to

get a chance to see

just won't stop. Clayton really is here to help. He's been helping this entire time, hasn't he? There's no point trying to assign

confession ringing in my ears. He had his hands on what's

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